29 29 PROPERZIA ROSSI From the slow wasting, from the lonely pain, And unrepaid farewell! If I could weep This had been joy enough; and hour by hour, Sad thoughts of me. I leave it, with a sound, GERTRUDE; OR, FIDELITY TILL DEATH [THE BARON VON DER WART, accused-though it is believed unjustly as an accomplice in the assassination of the Emperor Albert, was bound alive on the wheel, and attended by his wife Gertrude, throughout his last agonising hours, with the most heroic devotedness. Her own sufferings, with those of her unfortunate husband, are most affectingly described in a letter which she afterwards addressed to a female friend, and which was published some years ago, at Haarlem, in a book entitled Gertrude Von der Wart; or, Fidelity unto Death.] "Dark lowers our fate, And terrible the storm that gathers o'er us; But nothing, till that latest agony Which severs thee from nature, shall unloose This fix'd and sacred hold. In thy dark prison-house, In the terrific face of armed law, Yea, on the scaffold, if it needs must be, I never will forsake thee."- JOANNA BAILLIE. HER hands were clasped, her dark eyes raised, Up to the fearful wheel she gazed All that she loved was there. The night was round her clear and cold, The holy heaven above, Its pale stars watching to behold The might of earthly love. GERTRUDE; OR, FIDELITY TILL DEATH 31 "And bid me not depart," she cried; "My Rudolph! say not so! This is no time to quit thy side Peace! peace! I cannot go. Hath the world aught for me to fear, When death is on thy brow? The world! what means it? Mine is here I will not leave thee now. "I have been with thee in thine hour Of glory and of bliss ; Doubt not its memory's living power To strengthen me through this! And thou, mine honoured love and true! bear nobly on : Bear on, We have the blessed heaven in view, And were not these high words to flow But oh! with such a glazing eye, With such a curdling cheek— Love, Love! of mortal agony Thou, only thou, shouldst speak! The wind rose high-but with it rose To happy bosoms near; While she sat striving with despair Beside his tortured form, And pouring her deep soul in prayer She wiped the death-damps from his brow She spread her mantle o'er his breast, Oh! lovely are ye, Love and Faith, She had her meed-one smile in death- While even as o'er a martyr's grave She knelt on that sad spot, And, weeping, blessed the God who gave Strength to forsake it not. IMELDA "Sometimes The young forgot the lessons they had learnt, And loved when they should hate-like thee, Imelda !"* ITALY; a Poem. "Passa la bella Donna, e par che dorma."-TASSO. WE have the myrtle's breath around us here, Up through the shadowy grass the fountain wells, Sad is that legend's truth.- A fair girl met One whom she loved, by this lone temple's spring, Just as the sun behind the pine-grove set, And eve's low voice in whispers woke, to bring All wanderers home. They stood, that gentle pair, * See Sismondi's Histoire des Républiques Italiennes, iii. 443. A C |